A Spring of Joy

One year ago, this became ours. Our gift from God.

One year ago I stood at my kitchen window,
sipping steaming coffee and soaking in gratefulness.

This morning I stood at my kitchen window,
sipping steaming coffee and soaking in gratefulness.

One year.

There are still boxes to be unpacked.
There are empty walls and unhung pictures.
The product of remodeling and my health setbacks,
not to mention my complete paralysis when it comes to decorating.

Some days it bothers me that we’re not put together yet.

But today it doesn’t.

Because it is home.

It is us.

It is beautiful.

Home is the one place in all this world
where hearts are sure of each other.
(~Frederick W. Robertson)